The Dress Ch. 04

Wow, did that lie just roll of his tongue. Not even a hint of trepidation. I was impressed.

"Well, what did Peter want?"

Tom looked at bit aggravated at the question. Still, it could have been his unhappiness that his mom was searching through his texts. I stared at Beth's naked ass, watching her back dimples smile at me.

"Nothing, just said hi."

Beth was not satisfied with the answer. Her butt clenched.

"Is he meeting you at school this morning?"

I was relieved. Her worry was simply about having to run into the guy who she spread her ass open for. I could definitely understand that.

"No. Why? Do you want me to ask him to?"

Beth's butt clenched again with the abruptness of her answer.

"No I do not. You do not ask him to meet us when I'm taking you to school, ever. Do you understand?"

Tom looked ready to end the conversation.

"Fine. Can I have my phone back?"

Beth leaned forward, handing Tom his phone, causing her gown to move to the side.

"Here. But you are not wearing that shirt to school today. You wore it yesterday. Get something else on."

Tom rolled his eyes, sighing loudly.

"Mom, I don't have anything else. It's fine."

He was clearly annoyed at the request. Beth removed her arms from her chest, lifted them up, and slipped on her purple nighty again. Tom's eyes didn't give it a second thought, looking at his mom while she stretched her naked body before him.

"Don't tell me it's fine."

Beth stormed passed him and walked into the hall, mom ass shaking. Tom turned to follow, knowing he was going to be given a new outfit, eyes casually watching her bottom walk away. Beth continued her lecture, though sounding a bit more distant.

"I don't do laundry so you can wear dirty clothes."

I could hear drawers opening. I could hear drawers closing.

"Here, these shorts are perfectly clean."

Another moment of silence, and then the sound of hangers sliding around in a closet.

"And look at this. All of these nice, clean shirts. Let's see...here...now put this on and hurry up."

I could hear heavy footsteps walking purposefully. Once again, Beth swooshed into the room, purple nighty swimming around her. Even her breasts looked annoyed, glaring at me with angry nipples. Beth yelled as she turned towards the mirror.

"And don't even think about going downstairs before I see that you have it on!"

Beth sighed, annoyed with Tom. Annoyed that my name had come up again in conversation. That her morning routine was off schedule. She ripped off her gown and threw it on the floor in disgust. Beth stared at herself in the mirror, shaking her head at the events.

Settling down, Beth lifted her breasts in appreciation, trying to focus on something that might improve her mood. She turned around, looking at her butt, flexing. The brief inspection served it's purpose. Her mind had settled down having been reminded by the mirror how beautiful she was.

Beth turned towards me and walked along the bottom of her bed, mom tits bouncing in front of her, hand scratching her bush. She disappeared to my right, apparently moving into her closet.

As the hangers moved about, Tom appeared in the doorway wearing some hideous plaid shorts and a red polo shirt. His face did not look happy. His voice sounded less happy.

"I'm dressed..."

The rattling of hangers stopped.

"Just a sec..."

Beth came into view slightly, backing away from her closet. Holding a black dress on a hanger she turned and looked at Tom. Blue eyes and red nipples inpsecting at his clothes, verifying he did what she asked.

"There. Much better. And tuck in your shirt."

Tom stared at him mom for approval as he began tucking in his shirt. Beth turned back towards her closet and hung the hanger back up. As Tom was finishing the front, Beth returned to the bottom of her bed. She raised her left arm high, reaching to feed the arm into her black dress. Beth's breast meat stretched, nipple being dragged high.

"Don't forget the back..."

Walking around the bed towards Tom, Beth slipped her other arm into the opening. The dress gathered around her shoulders. Beth paused, pulling the dress over her chest. Tom stared at her belly as he tucked in the back, speaking softly.

"I know..."

Beth stood, watching Tom, making sure the task was accomplished to her satisfaction. As she did so, she stretched her dress over her belly, smoothed it over her fluffy pubic hair, and finally concealed her nude body.

"Here...you almost got it..."

Or so I thought. Beth squatted down, knees flaring open, and began adjusting the tuck of Tom's shirt. Tom looked down at her hands, barely able to tolerate the adjustment. With a final tuck, Beth slowly stood up.

"There. Now, aren't you glad you have a mom like me...?"

Tom didn't answer. He turned his glum face and walked away. Beth followed. I listened to the distant rumbling of the stairs and eventually the slamming of the door. The unbelievable morning routine had ended. Beth was certainly proud of her body.

I slowly walked downstairs, sighing a big breath of relief that my clandestine activities were not discovered. But, I also wondered if Tom was going to be scarred for life. At what age did casual nudity around the house become an issue?

Drinking my coffee, I decided to Google it. Needless to say, the opinions varied greatly. It wasn't even a conversation I could have if I wanted. What would I say to Beth? I was watching you from your TV and didn't approve? I figured as long as I saw her naked, I had nothing to complain about.

The clock told me the bell at school had just rung. I refreshed my coffee and headed back upstairs. Beth might not be returning home, but then again, she just might be.

Lying in bed, waiting, I thought about our marriage. How we were always arguing. Bitching at each other over little things, yelling about big things. I had always just associated it with her wild mood swings that were managed by her Prozac.

I thought of the video I watched at work, how moist her spread vagina was after screaming at the top of her lungs at me. The swollen size of her clitoris. I began to wonder if some of Beth's anger was because it aroused her. Angry sex was always some of our best sex.

Still, if you're angry all of the time as a couple, the sex eventually stops. Which it did for us. But that didn't mean that Beth wasn't aroused by hostility and confrontation. It was just like everything else -- in moderation, it can be healthy. Hell, it can be the best thing in the world.

My thoughts bounced around with the concept. To truly be angry at someone, but to also allow the very personal pleasures needed to orgasm at the same time was not something easily planned. It was an emotional rollercoaster. And pregnant women tended to ride the emotional rollercoaster daily.

I dozed off to the deep, philosophical conversation I was having in my mind. The anticipation had turned to boredom and I had avoided getting more coffee from fear of missing out. It wasn't a deep sleep, but enough to pass the time.

Visions of Beth floated through my mind. Beth walking to school in the sheer, purple nighty. Saying hello to the mothers, lifting up her front to let them rub her belly. Turning around, lifting her dress over her pale ass, asking if her butt looks good. Twirling her bush as she squatted, holding open her legs, telling the people walking by to tuck in their shirts.

I bolted upright, papers crackling loud. The speakers sounded the alarm that Beth had walked into her room, carrying two bags and putting them on her bed. I looked at the bags, not recognizing the stores.

Beth, still in her soft black dress, put what looked like an espresso down on her dresser. She clearly had a busy morning. Coffee and shopping. But, who was I to criticize, lying in bed.

Licking her lips free from the last coating of foam, Beth walked out of the room. I heard a toilet seat and then listened to the long, loud sound of her urinating. When it had stopped, Beth remained silent.

I turned the volume up as loud as it could go, listening. Beth was clearly pushing as her soft grunting could be heard down the hall. A distinct plop, followed by more heavy pushing. Beth was pooping.

With a final splash, the room was silent. I heard the faint rustling of papers, but nothing distinct. After about 2 minutes, the sound of the toilet flushing let me know she was done.

Returning to the room, Beth picked up her phone and dialed. I figured it was another check in with hubby Frank. The noise from her movements was excessively loud so I turned the volume back down.

"Hey honey...Sorry I didn't call earlier, I was helping at school."

God, Tom sure learned his smooth talking from the best. Beth stood once again in front of the mirror, tilting her head to look at herself as she talked. Running a hand through her hair, fluffing it.

"No...just some reading help in the library...I didn't see Tom."

They spoke for a short while, talking of the new baby, decorating, dinner, and plans for the weekend. That reminded Beth about her purchases.

"I've got something I think you might like. Two something's, actually. One thing black, and one blue."

Beth stretched her nose, wiggling it, leaning forward towards her reflection. As she looked up it, Beth pinched the underside and gently rubbed, exfoliating some dry skin. She smiled as Frank talked.

"You'll just have to see...but I'll give you a hint...Tom won't be here this weekend..."

I was once again jealous at another lover loving my love. At least, my lust. Beth gave Frank a loving goodbye and hung up. I was starting to regret our divorce.

Putting down the phone, Beth matter of factly stripped. It was so sudden it was hard to take any pleasure in it. Beth grabbed her coffee and drank, staring at her naked body, turning sideways, poking her swollen orbs right at me.

Foam coated her upper lip. Beth extended her tongue as far up as she could, almost like a cow licking it's nose. After a few passes she rolled her lips together, smacking them. Beth put down the coffee and dried the wetness with the back of her hand.

Beth slowly twisted her body, yawning, stretching her chest with arms behind her back. She thrust them forward, admiring the swells and extension of her nipples. Who would have thought the everyday activities could be so exciting. So erotic.

Turning, Beth reached in one of the bags and removed a small black piece of fabric. Actually, it was two very small pieces as she dropped one on the bed. Holding it up, Beth opened one of small openings and slipped her leg through it. She repeated the process with the other, bending, breasts wobbling.

Standing straight, Beth dragged the small panties up the back of her soft white thighs. There was hardly any material as it rolled up her legs and she stretched it over her ass. Beth crouched slightly, opening up her butt cheeks, letting the fabric slip inside.

Running her fingers through the crack of her ass, Beth pulled out the fabric and snapped it back in place. Then, she pulled out the front, lifting slightly, and let the soft fabric spring back towards her body. It generated a soft thumping sound against her heavy bush.

Beth and I looked in the mirror with satisfaction at the black thong made of floral mesh. The underwear rode along the top of her hip bone, creating a large round formation at the top of her leg comprised of butt and thigh. Her belly pushed the front of the thong low and forward, a good portion of her hormonal bush rising above it.

Turning, Beth grabbed the matching bra. Putting her arms into the openings, Beth pulled the bra into her chest and and stretched the straps onto her shoulders. In place, Beth leaned forward and let her chest hang into the delicate fabric. She reached behind her back, snapped, and stood up. She looked ready to be fucked.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Beth clearly thought the same thing. She lifted her hair, pushed out her chest, and twisted her body right and left. Turning around, we admired the swell of her ass that was defined from the thin strips of material along the upper swells and down the center.

"Not...bad...."

Beth complimented herself. Turning back to the mirror, Beth lifted her breasts, feeling their heavy weight. Looking at her dark nipples behind the meshy fabric. She ran her hands inside of the fabric, adjusting her tits, lifting them so that the underside of her breast fit snuggly.

"Jeeze are they big..."

Finished with her inspection, Beth stood still and slowly rubbed the crest of her stomach. Feelings were starting to be generated. Her itch was starting, although this time, I wasn't sure if it was just from her skin.

With a slight shudder, Beth's looked at her own glassy eyes, smiling. Knowing the devious nature of her thoughts, Beth shook her head. She picked up the phone and made a call. I looked down at my own. Sadly, it didn't ring.

"Well, hello Finacci Fitness and Massage, it's Elizabeth."

Beth was beaming at herself, eye's devious with furrowed brows. She was holding her hand still on her stomach, fingering her belly button.

"I know it's for tomorrow...I'm just calling to confirm..."

Beth listened, giggling slightly. She turned around and pulled down her panties, looking at her round white bottom in the mirror.

"I don't see any...but you'll have to let me know..."

Standing up, leaving her thong folded down over her ass, Beth continued her fun little talk with this Fettuccine or whatever his noodle name was. I was frankly more than a little annoyed that I wasn't the one on Beth's mind.

"No, I got a new outfit...."

I certainly hoped she wasn't talking about the one she was wearing now. That was not something I approved of, and I'm certain Frank would have agreed with me.

"Ooohhh..."

Beth's face radiated as her smile seemed to stretch all the way to her ears. The guy really seemed to know just how to push Beth's buttons.

"Alright...we'll see you at 10."

Beth hung up, laughing. She pulled down the front of her bra, wiggling her tits.

"Guess who we're seeing tomorrow girls..."

"Mary and May, can you come out and play." A long forgotten game I used to invite Beth's breasts to. She always called them her girls, so I just gave them names. Whatever field trip she had planned for them tomorrow, I was guessing Frank was not chaperoning.

Stripping, Beth turned back to her bag of goodies. Reaching in, her hands pulled out a light blue clump of fabric. She quickly removed the small pieces of black fabric on her body and placed them back in the bag.

Standing proud, Beth put on what was turning out to be a sheer type of something. Her arms pushed through the openings as she lifted it over her head. Through, the fabric settled on top of her breasts. With a final pull, Beth stretched it down in its entirety. Which was just inches below her ass.

Jesus! It was the exact same see through outfit that she wore around the house this morning. To put it in Photoshop terms, her layer was about 75% opaque. Meaning, it only did 25% of its job. Which was 100% the purpose.

The absurdity of her mornings outfit was even more pronounced as, once again, Beth looked ready to fuck. Again we looked in the mirror. Beth adjusted her breasts so they slipped inside the fabric condoms on her chest. She rubbed the material smooth on her belly. Turning around, she stared at her ass, plainly visible.

"Look at that fucking ass..."

And how could it be missed, 75% there for anyones staring eyes. She slowly rubbed the soft fabric over her bottom, letting it take the shape of her ass. Beth was loving herself, aroused by the appearance of her own butt behind the purple material.

"Wow...is that hot..."

Wanting a better view, Beth crawled onto the bed, watching the fabric rise up to her ass cheeks. There wasn't much length to it, allowing it to rise halfway up. She reached back, lifted up the remaining fabric, and admired her pale pillows.

"I know who's going to fuck that ass..."

I don't know who she was thinking about, but I was fairly certain it wasn't me. Still annoyed at the Italian Stallion that called, I figured now was as good a time as any to apologize for the other day. I called Beth as she moved her body, simulating being fucked from behind with a devious smile on her face.

Beth hopped off the bed at the sound of the ring. Clearly, her mind was still on her last phone call. She picked up her phone and looked. Her faced puffed.

"Jesus Christ..."

It was not quite as bad as I thought. I half expected her to throw the phone out the window. Instead, she quickly picked it up and answered.

"What."

No amount of global warming would thaw the icy chill in her voice. I really didn't want to, I just wanted to push out images of other men in her mind and replace it with mine. Have me be the one mentally fucking her up her ass since I couldn't physically.

"Hey...I just wanted to say I was sorry for the other day."

Surprisingly, I was able to finish my sentence. It didn't really matter.

"Oh, you mean your sorry for standing outside my window and spying on me you fucking pervert?"

Beth's ass looked incredible when she yelled. I wondered who else she walked around in that type of outfit for.

"I wasn't spying. I was just going to knock..."

Beth's left hand returned to her stomach, resting on it. My right hand moved down my stomach, opening my pants and pushing them down. My erection had been released.

"My fucking ass you were..."

Her fucking ass I was, watching. Now and then. I began to rub my penis. Beth's thumb slowly moved over her belly button behind the soft blue fabric.

"Seriously Be..Elizabeth, I didn't see anything I hadn't seen before..."

Beth did not like me calling her Beth, as it was my pet name for her when we were married. Beth also did not like that answer. But she didn't hang up.

"Oh, so that makes it ok to stand there and jerk off?!? In my back yard?!"

I started jerking off, eyes riveted on Beth's chest squeezing into the soft pockets of fabric on her chest. Her nipples had changed from a soft, puffy blob to a hard, chiseled shape.

"I wasn't jerking off. You were just on the couch, and..."

Beth stared at her body through the sheer, sexy fabric. Her fingers began to softly move towards her belly button, back and forth.

"On the couch!? Christ! How long were you out there..."

It was an unintentional admission. My mind was not in any state to try and keep lies organized. Beth paused her tender rubbings and moved a hand to her bottom, lifting up the fabric and itching.

"Listen, I'm sorry..."

Beth palmed her lower butt cheek, feeling the fold where her bottom intersected with her leg. Fingers moved into the deep valley between her soft white globes. She held her hand still, softly rubbing the dark anus hidden from view.

"I don't want to hear it...I want to know what you saw..."

She wasn't yelling, but her tone was firm and loud. Demanding. I couldn't help but tell her what she wanted to know. Her bottom looked so sexy with her hand in it.

"Just...you oiling...your breasts..."

Beth's body crouched ever so slightly as she looked to be probing her rectum. I squeezed my erection, forcing back the need to cum. Her butt cheeks were being forced open by her fist as her finger disappeared up to the second knuckle. She began to wiggle it.

"You fucking hard up asshole...I knew you hid out there playing with your tiny little prick..."

The personal attacks were coming. It was par for the course. Her anger management strategy. But, I was seeing a new dimension to it as her finger slipped out her ass and back to her belly. ATB. Ass to Belly. I wondered if that was an actual term.

"Well...I'll not hide next time then..."

Fuck it, I thought. Enough with the apologies. She didn't want to hear them anyways. Her hand slid under the front of her nighty and pushed it high over her stomach.